"Don't leave, just stay with me."
"Stay with you."
"Mmm..."
She murmured hazily, her sharp, almond-shaped phoenix eyes slowly closed, becoming a straight line in the night, like a dormant cicada, resembling the blade of an Eight-sided Han Sword.
Chen Yi gazed tenderly at her for a while before lowering his head, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
After the kiss, Chen Yi left a trace of Sword Intent behind, stood up, and pulled aside the curtain to leave.
The night was silent, an endless tranquility.
Only the faint chirping of insects could be heard.
Min Ning, who was supposed to be asleep, had her eyelashes trembling slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and lightly touched the spot where the kiss had landed with her fingertips.
She gazed in the direction Chen Yi had disappeared, clenched her fist, but ultimately didn't make a sound. She simply turned her body away from the entrance of the tent, muttering to herself:
